I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
Work sucked so hard.
And I found a job offering that sounded like my dream job. Went through three rounds of interviewing. Got turned down. Thought ok, you weren't at your best, they could smell your desparation.
Found another job offering that sounded even better. Went through three rounds of interviewing, even took an early flight to London. Thought life is great, and this is the reason why dream job number 1 didn't work out.
Got turned down.
On my birthday.
So, yeah, I have been doing some re-reading of my favourite books.
But I am over it now. (I am not).
Work still sucks. But it pays the bills.
And the sun shines.
Still with the best husband ever. So, I will get over it eventually.